Story Behind the Song
Hey all...this little tune is about an ex-girlfriend that sacrificed all for her independance, and it fell apart anyways. Can't say I blame her for trying, nor do I have hard feelings, I just wish she hadn't turned her back on me to go for it. And by the way, her new boyfriend? He really is as the song portrays...
Lyrics
You're the kind of girl that needs to be on your own
You'd trade a house in the hills, for a cot in a parking lot
As long as you can call it your own
But when the money got tight, and you're friends started fights
About you ditchin' on a Saturday night
The other side of the fence is never what you'd expect
When you're the only one in your defense
so who's sorry now? (your points well taken but still)
who's sorry now...and the trouble is
we're nothing more like friends, when you have no time to lend
so if the place where you live means that much,
why don't you call it your home?
So you thought you got the best of me...but you ain't quite figure me out
I wont ruin your name, or confiscate what I bought ya
Or dip into your bank account
I'm just forgettin' about your friendship, forgettin' about your love
And I'm forgettin' about the girl next-door
And hope payin' the rent becomes a monthly event
To realize where your plans fell short.
You know its hard to live alone...when all your problems become my own
and the trouble is, the trouble is, the trouble is....
Whether "my list" or who's on it, I'm brutally honest
Callin' me up from paradise complaining-the drama now I'm beyond it
Cause the ambiance is gone and now the friendship to
So come whatever what may this song pens out to you
I don't give a f#@k about your friends, and whatever the f@#k they want
I don't give a f@#k about your boyfriend, and those prep-ass punks
Cause every day is a mission, and every lyric is viscous
Living well is the best revenge and every minute's delicious
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